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DRUNK MEME

The premise is really very simple: The characters posted here are getting drunk at this on-planet marketplace. If your character would normally do so, you need no further instruction. Have fun!

If your character's a teetotaler, though, no worries. All the foods and beverages here at this strange marketplace of wonders are so imperceptibly alcohol-laced that no one will have a clue until it's too late. :3 By then, the fun's already beginning and there is NO ESCAPE. You are all DOOMED to suffer. Or puke. Or be really really super, if you're the type to process alcohol amazingly well.

Eat, drink, and have a party! There's plenty of partying with the locals over here for your characters to join in on. You have the vendors' corridor and a field outside it to roam around in, and for some reason the outdoor field is stocked with enormous gliding kites. This recipe sounds pretty disasteriffic to me.

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"You are so meeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan, Querl Dox!" She stamps her foot like a child, getting a little closer to him.

"And you are acting like Projectra." Querl set the drink down on the counter and slid it far out of either of their reach. "Perhaps worse."

Nura scoffs, folding her arms across her chest, pressing herself up against him, her face very close to his. "Well at least I'm not greeeeeeeen with envy!"

Querl still had that expression of schooled neutrality. "From my perspective you're the one with the pigment problem."

Nura's nose is brushing his. "It's kinda.....sexy."

"You smell like alcohol." Don't get him wrong Nura, that's an invitation. He might have leaned in just a little bit. Maybe. ~~Definitely~~

Nura puts her hands on her hips, backing away, offended. "I smell just fine, thank you very sprocking much!"

Exchanged verbal teases that might have provoked a flirtatious response did not work when the subject was drunk. So noted.

"I can smell it on your breath, otherwise you smell perfectly fine. If you wanted to have better breath you should have abstained."

"Oh, you need to lighten up!" she says a little too much on a high tone, reaching for the bottle of wine on the counter, snatching up another cup. If it has wine or beer in it already, who knows.

And once again he tried intercepting the drink. "Nura," He chided. "You know that you shouldn't be drinking. The hangover for Naltorians is particularly unpleasant."

Nura's on to him this time. She moves the drink out of his hands' way, sticking out her tongue. "Nnnnh! I'm going to be fiiiiiine!" She starts to pour the wine into the cup that is filled with, as it turns out, half a thing of beer.

"Why must you be so difficult? No more." And he tried again to grab the cup. "You'll thank me tomorrow morning."

Nura hops back, sloshing the wine in the cup, and over the side, staining the rug under their feet...which is already covered in stains, fortunately. "No!"

Oh for-

Querl let out an exasperated sigh. "Are you too incapacitated as to look into your future to see why this is a bad idea? Or would you like me to explain it to you?"

"I don't need you to explain anything to me," she says, starting to walk away, raising the wine bottle high as she steps over an already incapacitated party-goer.

This was a colossal waste of his time. He could simply let her go. And let her drink herself into unconsciousness.

"Nura." He followed. "Wait."

She stops, but doesn't say anything.

What could he possibly say to convince her to stop drinking...

"Why don't you and I go some place more private? Like my lab." Where he can then take a measure of her blood alcohol level.

And actually do some work while monitoring her.

Nura's too drunk and tired to argue anymore, she steps over (on) the passed out drunk on the floor and stumbles over to him. "Fine..."

Querl caught and steadied her. "Excellent. Why don't you hand me that drink?"

Nura holds it out for him, covering her mouth with one hand as she starts to hiccup, burrying her face in his chest.

Well, mission one achieved. He quickly took the glass from her and set it on the counter. Then he put both arms around her. "Can you walk?"

"Carry me," she says into his chest.

Querl bent his knees and quickly swept Nura off of her feet and into his arms. After all, she was intoxicated. It was justified.

"If you don't remember this tomorrow I will remind you."

Nura curls up in his arms, nestling her head comfortably against his neck. "I don't care."

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